John awoke with an arm draped over him and a young body against him.
  This was a good sign, if a bit uncomfortable for him.
  She appeared to be just asleep, but didn't wake as John extracted himself from the bed and headed into the bathroom. His hard-on seemed like it hadn't diminished a bit during the night. Emptying his bladder in a ski jumpers pose helped some.
  John put on his robe and a pair of slippers, then went off to the kitchen to make some coffee. He decided on breakfast and on a hunch, made double.
  About the time John was finishing up the last batch of French toast a soft female voice tentatively called out: "Hello? Is anybody here? Where Am I?"
  John loaded up a tray with coffee and food and headed into the bedroom. The girl was sitting up surveying her outfit when he walked in. She seemed to shrink into the bed when she saw John.
  "Hello, My name is John. You're in my uh.. house . You jumped in front of my car last night and bumped your head.
  Are you feeling up to breakfast?" John talked as he crossed the room.
  The girl seemed a little relieved, but not much.
  "Who undressed me?" she asked.
  "I did, You stunk!" John replied simply.
  "Well, I guess I probably did. Haven't had a chance to shower for a long time." She was studying John hard as she fingered the T-shirt and felt under the covers at the Jockey shorts she wore.
  "Don't worry, I washed you, but that's all. Your virtue is intact." John said.
  "Not unless you operated too." she kind of chuckled, "What have you got to eat?"
  "Whatever you want, but I've made French toast, bacon and scrambled eggs. First off, how are you feeling?"
  "Okay I guess, kind of dizzy really, but starving!" she said.
  "You got a bad bump on the head. Let me look at your eyes."
  "What for?" said the girl, pulling the covers up and shrinking back.
  "To check how bad your concussion is. I don't want you choking on a piece of French toast and convulsing in my bed."
  "Okay... I guess."
  John picked up a small pen light from the dresser and bent over her as he checked each of her eyes. A small difference in pupils, but not too bad. He smiled at her and nodded to the food. She jumped at the bacon and wrapped it in a piece of French toast. It was in her mouth before John could blink.
  "Take your time, lots of food here and take it easy. Your well enough to eat, not to do gymnastics." John chuckled.
  The girl eyed John suspiciously and forced herself to chew a little slower. She noticed that the T-shirt had become twisted around her, clinging to her breasts. She pulled on it to hide her form.
  John noticed her discomfort and dug into the closet for another robe. He handed it to her and she pulled it around her shoulders and kept on eating.
  "Coffee?"
  "Yuk! Got any milk?"
  "Sorry, long way to the store. Soda pop or Water?" "Pepsi if you got it...Just how far to the store? Where are we?"
  "In the middle of nowhere, about thirty miles from where you jumped in front of me." John said as he headed into the kitchen for her soda.
  "Where was that?" the girl called after him.
  "You don't know where you were?" asked John, returning with her Pepsi.
  "Not really. Some jerk kicked me out cause I wouldn't suck him." said the girl.
  She took her Pepsi and drank a swig to wash down the three pieces of French toast and five pieces of bacon she had wolfed down.
  She eyed John for a minute then said: "So what do you have in mind for me?"
  "Nothing, actually. You jumped in front of my car last night, I tried to stop, but you didn't give me enough time to avoid you. You bounced off my fender and into the ditch. You bumped your head on a rock and knocked yourself out.
  I picked you up, brought you here, bathed you, doctored you and put you to bed.
  I have no plans for you. You're welcome to stay until you feel better and can leave anytime you want. I'll give you a ride back to the nearest town, which is about eighty miles away. Besides that I don't even know your name yet."
  "Theresa. Eighty miles? You live eighty miles from town?"
  "Yes, glad to meet you Theresa."
  "Glad to meet you, I think. Why do you live so far out?"
  "Because I like to."
  "Who else lives here?"
  "Nobody, just me."
  Theresa chewed on another bacon French toast roll up (she shoveled some egg into this one.) as she studied John from the corner of her eye.
  "You say I can stay a while, what's it gonna cost me? I don't have any money."
  "Nothing. Stay as long as you want. I don't need money."
  "What do you need?" she asked suspiciously.
  "Not a thing in the world. You can stop worrying. You're far too young for me. How old are you anyway?"
  "Uh.. Seventeen"
  "How old?"
  "Sixteen....Okay.... Fifteen, but I'll be Sixteen next month..... What do you mean I'm too young for you? How old are you ?"
  "Probably old enough to be your mother's father. I'm forty-three"
  "Forty-three? I guess that's not too old.... Say, how come you got no windows in here?"
  "Cause you're about one hundred and sixty feet below the surface."
  Theresa stopped chewing and looked around kind of scared like. She swallowed hard and asked: "What is this place?"
  "I told you, My home! It just happens to be underground."
  "Why?"
  "Cause I like it that way. I don't pay a dime in heating bills. The whole place is solar heated. I got the whole place plus fifty acres of land for less than the price of a half acre plot in the city."
  "Whole place, these three rooms?"
  "No, this is just the temporary living quarters I first set up while I'm working on the rest."
  "So how big is it?"
  "One hundred seventy feet deep by forty-five feet in diameter. I've divided that into fifteen stories."
  "Fifteen stories, forty-five feet in diameter, that's damn big! What was it, and old mine?"
  "No, it was a missile silo"
  "A missile silo, like Atomic?"
  "Yup. Like Atomic. But don't worry, they took that part out before they sold it."
  "Huh... kind of neat. But why?"
  "I told you. I like it."
  "All alone, by yourself? What are you some kind of hermit?"
  "I hadn't thought about it much, but I guess I am. I don't care much for the cities."
  "But how do you live? What do you do?"
  "Just work on my home."
  "No, I mean for a living. Don't you have to work?" "Nope."
  "Why not, you rich?"
  "Yup, guess I am."
  "Really? How much you got?"
  "More than enough. I won the lottery."
  "Really?"
  "Yup, really. Fourteen million dollars."
  Theresa stopped chewing. Her mouth hung open, food and all.
  "Close your mouth. It looks awful."
  She snapped her mouth shut and swallowed hard. Then jumped up on the bed and said: "You've got fourteen million dollars?"
  The robe fell off her shoulders. The Jockey shorts almost fell off as she bounced.
  "Yup, not all at once, but enough to get by on. Now, come on. Lets find you some clothes before you fall out of those."
  Theresa snatched at the sagging Jockey shorts and pulled them up. This just outlined her attributes better and made John very uncomfortable.
  He started digging in drawers and closets. Theresa watched him wondering what he was doing. He came up with a pair of stretch warm up pants that had a string closure. He handed them to her and turned away. She giggled but pulled them on.
  By rolling up the legs, they fit her okay. John found another pair for himself and pulled them on. Theresa watched him without looking away. John looked at her in annoyance.
  "I figure that you got to see a whole lot more of me." she chuckled.
  "I guess that's true, but that was different. You didn't have much choice about it, but I assure you I was strictly business about it."
  "So you said.. You still got to see the whole thing. It's only fair that you show me too."
  John was suspicious of her motives. Her sudden interest in him had arisen after he disclosed his financial position.
  Even so he said: "I guess by rights you're welcome to see anything you want. I got nothing to hide... at least not much."
  "Show me then!" she said defiantly, daring John to reveal himself.
  It seemed wrong, but John shrugged and dropped the warm ups. He pulled off his robe and pushed down his Jockey shorts. His penis was at half mast. He stood naked before her. She looked without shame.
  "Not bad for an old coot ." She chuckled.
  "And you don't look bad for a little girl . Now can I get dressed?"
  "If you want. I don't care.", but her eyes still surveyed his body.
  The months of hard work and irregular meals had left John trimmer and firmer than he thought of himself.
  "I do. I'm kind of chilly."
  "I could warm you up."
  "No doubt, but you were terrified at the thought before you found out I was rich." John said as he pulled up his shorts and warm-ups. He dug out an old favorite sweatshirt to match.
  "That's not true... I liked you before that. I just didn't know you."
  "You still don't." John said, digging out some socks and tennis shoes.
  "Oh... you're okay." Theresa said.
  "You know the difference between a weirdo and an eccentric?" John asked.
  "No, what"
  "About a million dollars...or fourteen million in my case." replied John.
  John carted the food tray back into the kitchen. He sat down and finished off what remained of the meal (one strip of bacon, some eggs and half slice French toast with Coffee.)
  He told Theresa where her clothes were and where the washing machine was. She went off to do a batch and find her shoes. She came back a while later, barefoot. She seemed kind of distracted, like she was deep in thought. John pointed to her feet and raised an eyebrow.
  "Decided my shoes stunk too much. They're in the washer too."
  "No argument from me. See if you can fit any of my shoes."
  "I don't need any, really. My feet aren't cold."
  "Not the cold, I was gonna show you around if you feel up to it."
  "Okay... maybe a little."
  Theresa dug into the closet and came up with a pair of tennis shoes she could lace up real tight to keep them from falling off.
  They got about a third of the way into the tour when John noticed Theresa leaning shakily against a beam, with a large fall beneath her. He gently guided her back to bed.
  "Not coming in?" Theresa asked, groggily.
  "Nope. Got work to do."
  "Suit yourself." Theresa said sleepily.
  "I do." John said on his way out.
  In fact John did very little work at first.
  He was upset with himself by how tempted he was to accept the offers of the little darling in his bed. The memory of her nude body from the night before was driving him crazy.
  Eventually the task at hand distracted him long enough to forget her. Soon afterwards he was virtually absorbed in his work.
  About two in the afternoon he got hungry. He made himself a sandwich and a cup of coffee. A check on Theresa found her sleeping soundly.
  John sipped at his coffee as he surveyed her form in the bed. She was breathing regular. She rolled over and emitted a soft whimpering cry in her sleep. At the same time her body sort of flinched back.
  "What happened to you, girl?" John asked himself, softly.
  He finished his coffee in a gulp and went back to work.
  About Seven o-clock that evening, he smelled food cooking. He finished up what he was doing, then washed up.
  Theresa was in the kitchen.
  To John's discomfort, she wore her sports bra as a halter top. Thankfully, the baggy warm-ups still covered her lower body.
  "How was the nap, What's cookin?" John inquired, averting his eyes.
  "Pretty good. Don't know why I'm so tired. I just woke up hungry. I heard you banging around out there so I started digging. Sit down and rest, It's almost done."
  "You're tired because of your concussion. It's the bodies natural reaction to getting thumped around."
  "I got thumped around lots before, it never made me feel like sleeping."
  "Want to talk about it... The black eye and bruises."
  "What's to talk about? My stepfather alternated between beating and pumping me."
  "That why you were out on the road? You ran away?"
  "Pretty much."
  "How long has that been going on?"
  "Since I got my tits, when I was twelve."
  "He's been abusing you since you were twelve? Why didn't you call the cops?"
  "Thirteen actually. He forced me to suck him before that.... Cops didn't seem like a good idea. My mother loved the guy.... I guess more than me. She sort of helped him."
  "Ouch!.... So where are you headed? Do you have friends somewhere?"
  Theresa was quiet for a while before answering: "I don't know where I'm going. I just, had to get out... "
  "I can understand that."
  "Can you?" Theresa asked sharply.
  "Maybe not." John replied softly.
  "Sorry, You didn't deserve that." Theresa said.
  "No problem. I didn't take it personal."
  "Good..... You're about the only friend I've got right now."
  "No others?" John asked.
  "Oh, I guess my friend Cindy, but she's in a situation as bad as I was, maybe worse."
  "So what's eats?" John asked to change the subject.
  "Parmesan Chicken with Broccoli, I couldn't find any fresh vegetables."
  "You can cook! Sorry but it's a bit far to the market."
  "Yes, I'm a good cook. My mother wasn't much good at it so I had to learn."
  "Seems your mother wasn't good at much."
  "Oh, at some things...." Theresa trailed off.
  She busied herself setting the table.
  "What to drink?" She asked.
  "Well, I don't suppose it would hurt you to have a little wine. You're pretty much grown up already."
  "That would be nice. I saw a bottle in the fridge."
  John chuckled: "No, for this meal I'll pull out a special one. I use the one in the fridge for cooking. It's not a very good one."
  "I wouldn't know the difference."
  "I do. Learned that before I ever got rich."
  John went in search of a bottle from the unheated area where he kept it. He returned with a light Chablis.
  Theresa watched in fascination as he uncorked it. He examined the cork, but didn't sniff it. He poured barely a mouthful in two wine glasses. He swirled his glass around and then lifted it to his nose. He sniffed it and smiled, then sipped a bit. He sloshed it around in his mouth and finally swallowed. He smiled once more and nodded to Theresa.
  She did her best to follow his example. When her own smile spread, John poured a larger amount into both of their glasses.
  The meal proceeded nicely. Theresa had a tendency to gulp her wine, but that would change with time.
  John found himself thinking he would like her to stay around. Theresa was thinking along the same lines. Neither said anything about it at the time.
  The food was excellent. Theresa was a good cook. After dinner John bussed the dishes, loaded the dishwasher and started it.
  Theresa found containers and stored a few leftovers. She was a little bit tipsy. John was too.
  "So what's to do around here for entertainment?" Theresa asked, slurring a bit.
  "TV in the communications room up by the first floor. Haven't found a path to string all the lines down here for the satellite control yet."
  "You've got satellite TV?"
  "Yup" chuckled John, "And high speed Internet access too."
  "I heard something about that, but I don't know what it is."
  "Come on, I'll show you."
  "Any wine left?"
  "Another bottle of the same... I guess that it would be alright."
  John snatched the other bottle and opened it. Then they rode the elevator up to the communications room.
  John had put a large comfortable sofa in it where he could lay and watch TV.
  Instead of cranking up the TV, he fired up the computer. He showed Theresa how to get access to anything she wanted.
  "But I don't know what's out there, so I don't know where I want to go." Theresa said.
  "Oh, there is that. Most the time it's just fun to pick a subject and do a search on it. Like this.... Pick a subject"
  "Sex!"
  "Too big, you need to be more specific."
  "Uh... I'll have to think about it. How about Sex & Wine."
  "That should narrow it down a bunch. Lets see..... 287 hits, narrow it some more."
  "Sex, Wine and older men." Theresa said, her hand on John's collar.
  "Behave yourself.... That brought 23 responses."
  "Lets see."
  John clicked on each and every entry.
  They read a history of Wine making and the use of sex in advertisement. There were graphic postings in the news groups about erotic encounters between older men and younger women under the influence of wine. There was a site that was devoted to the evils of wine and sex.
  They stumbled over a support group for victims of incest. John set a marker on that and showed Theresa how to recall it. She changed the subject by jumping to a different location.
  They bounced all over the world, chasing any tangent. Theresa was having a ball.
  "Doesn't this cost you a bunch?" she asked.
  "Not really. You can get slower service for as little as $15 a month."
  "Really?"
  "Yeah, There just happened to be a high speed line already run to here when I bought the place. Otherwise it would have cost me a fortune to get the same service." "Neat... Show me how to work the satellite."
  "Okay... What do you want to watch?"
  "Lets find a nice sappy movie."
  John fired up the satellite and poked around a bunch of channels he knew of. He stumbled on a romantic comedy he had seen before. Theresa stopped him there.
  They both sat on the sofa. Theresa leaned back against John like he was her boyfriend. He didn't seem to notice, but he was very aware of her young body leaning against his.
  They downed the rest of the wine over the course of the movie. John became more reclined and Theresa more snugly as time passed. Finally they were both laying flat out, side by side on the Sofa. Theresa's head tucked into John's arm. They both couldn't help but be aware of the bulge in John's pants.
  The movie ended with the couples heading off to bed. John started to get up to do the same. Theresa pushed him back down.
  "Talk to me." Theresa said.
  "What about?"
  "Well... Us ."
  "Us?"
  "Yah... Look, I know you don't really like me."
  "What on earth gave you that idea?" John interrupted. "Cause I've virtually thrown myself at you since I woke up here. I can tell by your pants you're not dead, so you must not like me!"
  "I can assure you, that's not the case. You're just 15 years old."
  "But I'm really good in bed."
  "You may well be, but I'm almost three times your age."
  "Shut up and let me talk."
  "Okay."
  "Like I said; I think I'm really good in bed and... you said yourself at dinner that I was pretty much grown up. .... Well what I'm trying to say is that I'd like to stay around here for a while, but I don't have any money to pay you with. So how about I do you whenever you want, and you let me stay here awhile." Theresa finished her speech bravely, but dropped her eyes at the end.
  "Can I talk now?"
  "Yes......." she said meekly.
  "Okay, Item One. I think you're gorgeous, just too young. Two. You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like. I don't need any money."
  "But I don't want to owe you."
  "Shut up, you said I could talk. You wouldn't owe me. And you don't have to do me as you say. You're welcome to stay with no strings attached."
  "Really?"
  "Really!"
  "I knew you didn't like me.... Okay, I'll leave tomorrow." Theresa said, starting to sob.
  "What the hell are you talking about? If I didn't like you, would I have asked you to stay?"
  "You won't sleep with me!"
  "You're fifteen! "
  "And you're forty-three. So what? In ten years you'll be fifty-three and I'll be twenty-five, nobody would bat an eye over us."
  "That's in ten years! I'm talking about now."
  "Look, what's worse; me freely giving myself to you, or my stepfather taking me at his leisure and beating me for it?"
  "Uh... "
  "See."
  "I'll tell you what. You want to stay, I want you to stay. You don't want to owe me, I need a cook. You can cook. You're hired. As of this evenings meal."
  "Okay... but I still want to sleep with you."
  "You don't have much choice, I've only got one bed."
  "You know what I mean!"
  "Yes I do, No! Do you want the job or not?"
  Theresa looked at him a moment and nodded.
  "Good. Welcome aboard. I can afford to pay you... lets see, a private cook in a remote location. How about twenty-five thousand a year for starters."
  "Twenty five thousand!!?, That's too much."
  "That's what the job pays, take it or move on."
  "Well since you put it that way. I'll take it."
  "Good lets go to bed."
  "You mean you've changed your mind?"
  "No, I'm tired."
  "Damn!"
  They stumbled to the elevator in each others arms. When they reached the bedroom Theresa unceremoniously stripped nude and hopped in bed.
  John sighed. Finally he shrugged and did the same.
  Theresa snuggled to his side.
  John felt himself growing again but tried to ignore it. The wine helped him slip away before he had to deal with it. He woke once during the night. Theresa was shivering and whimpering in her sleep. John pulled her gently to him and held her till she was breathing easier. Then fell asleep that way.